Текст песни Barry Manilow - A Linda Song
Barry Manilow - A Linda Song слова песни
He never wrote a song for LindaHe wrote as though he lived aloneHe wrote of dreams that endAnd of sad brave menInventing worlds he`d never knownBut he never wrote a song for LindaAnd she was right there all alongLoved him back to lifeWhen his luck ran lowBut he never wrote a Linda songHe nearly broke his heart at writingLinda kept him from despairStandin` by his sidethrough the hungry daysBut he hardly seemed to see her thereAnd he never wrote a song for LindaAnd she was right there all alongThe one real thing in his crazy worldAnd he never wrote a Linda song.When the bills piled upHe couldn`t payHe couldn`t dream no moreSo he hitched a ride and he rode awayAnd he left a note for Linda by the doorBy the doorWhen times got rough he`d phone herOnce or twice she took the callThen she changed her number and she turned her headAnd Linda never looked back at allHe`ll never write a song for LindaAnd she was right there all alongAll he knows is no one understandsAnd he never wrote a Linda songNo he never wrote a Linda song